Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.